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[trexrambling]

Don’t Judge

A/N: Written for my Daring Drabbles Challenge. My prompt was Dean + Obsessed. This drabble was requested by @boxywrites. Word count is 470.

A reminder that I’m posting the MASTERLIST for this challenge tomorrow! If you still haven’t submitted your piece, please send me an IM :)

Warnings: judgement and pie

What do you have there, Y/N?”

The cheerful whistle on my lips quickly died off, and I paused in my descent of the bunker steps. My arms quickly swung behind my back, taking the overladen plastic bags with them.

“Uh...hey Dean.” I tried for nonchalant. I failed at nonchalant.

Dean quirked an eyebrow and set down the plate he’d been carrying on the war room table. “I thought you were going for a supply run?”

I nodded and resumed my downward trek, my eyes on my feet to assist in my Let’s not trip technique. “Yeah, um...yeah. I did. I did do that. Yes.”

My eyes landed on boots as I came to the last step, and I slowly looked up the length of flannel until my eyes met Dean’s. “You wanna, maybe...scooch over a bit?”

“Show me the bags, Y/N.”

I shook my head, a child-like gesture that was accompanied by a small, involuntary step backwards.

His arms went around me before I could process what was happening, pulling me forward and into his chest. My cheek landed on his shoulder before my brain kicked in, and I started to do the wiggle worm with ferocious flailing.

“Dean! Lemme go!”

It was too late. He ripped one of the bags off my arm, stretching the plastic handle so thin that it almost snapped. He brought it around into sight and looked down at the contents.

“I needed provisions,” I barked defensively as I tried in vain to bypass the hand he’d clamped firmly on my shoulder, holding me just out of reach of snatching the bag back.

“There are at least five sweaters in here.”

“It’s cold outside!”

“And what is…” he rummaged through the bag, slowly pulling out an object, “...is this a mug in the shape of an elephant?”

“It was only a dollar.” I ducked under his arm and grabbed my bag back. “I’m not appreciating the strong waft of judgement drifting over me right now, Dean.”

He eyed the three other bags that had come into view with my movements. “You have a problem.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but then my eyes landed on the plate he’d set down earlier. Half a piece of pie remained, the bright cherry filling standing out starkly against the white ceramic it was resting on.

“Wait, I thought we had apple pie last night.” 

He paused and then looked down at me, confused at the sudden subject change. “What?”

I pointed at his plate. “That’s cherry. We had half an apple pie left last night. Did you…?”

He turned away from me and picked his plate back up. “So what if I did?”

I smirked. “Who has a problem now?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Whatever, at least I’m not out popping tags.”

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Yearning for More

This is for @trexrambling‘s Daring Drabbles - but I did break your 500 word rule, I’m so sorry, but it HAD to be longer. You’ll thank me - I hope! Challenge: Y for Yearning, John Winchester Word Count: 1250 Characters: John x Reader, Sam and Dean for a moment Warnings: SMUT without a plot! NSFW aesthetic made by @jayankles (but had to be taken down due to T&Cs) A/N: I wanna thank @manawhaat @codenameruby @feelmyroarrrr @ohmychuckitssamanddean @grace-for-sale and @papawinchxster for spamming me with gifs when I was stuck; y’all made this happen. Also, thanks Mana and Grace for talking John through with me! If you’re not 18+ please do not read further. This is not for you.

The Winchester brothers and I had taken a break, from talking to witnesses, for lunch and were in the process of comparing notes when my phone rang. “Detective Benson.” I answered, not bothering to check the caller ID as I kept reading over the witness notes Sam had taken earlier. “I need to see you.” The gruff and demanding voice made me stiffen in my seat. I instantly looked across the table at the boys, my thighs squeezing tightly together, my cheeks flushing. “I’m just gonna take this…” I whispered to Dean and Sam, both not looking up, Dean waving me off. I stood from the table and headed towards the back of the bar, hoping for a quiet corner.

“Where are you?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t too long of a drive. “Too far. I need to see you, now.” He demanded once more. “John, I’m in the middle of a case, I want to see you too but -” I began, almost as a whimper, it had been weeks and his last instruction had left me hornier than ever before: Don’t touch yourself, not till I tell you to. “You have a camera on your phone.” The gravel of his tone had me swallowing thickly and itching to touch myself. How would he ever know? “I’m in a bar.” I explained, but I was already looking for the restroom. “You’ll figure something out.” He said, making my knees almost buckle. I headed straight for the restroom and checked the cubicles were free before locking the main door and sealing myself in a cramped stall. I pulled my phone from my ear and tapped the video call button, biting my lip when his face came into view. The salt and pepper matched his hair, but the smattering of curls across his chest, just visible at the top of a V’d tshirt, was still dark. “Balance the phone somewhere so I can see you.” He instructed, the predatory smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Yes sir.” I answered, placing the phone on top of the toilet paper receptacle on the back of the door. I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and closed my eyes, breathing erratic already.

“Hitch up that skirt, love.” I did not have to be told twice, I inched the fabric of the pencil skirt up my thighs and over my hips, already hooking my index fingers into the panties I had on. “That’s my girl, you know what to do, take them off, let me see you.” John’s voice was like a good whiskey, rough and warm. I pushed the offending material down to my ankles and then sat back, legs wide for him. I licked my lips as I noticed his arm was moving, hand out of sight, but I knew he was touching himself. Slowly stroking his hard cock, looking for relief from the ache, but not yet chasing an end.

“It’s been too long, John, I need your touch. I’m so pent up I don’t know what I’m doing half the time!” I begged, knowing he wasn’t a fan of begging unless it was for him to stop whatever torturous play he was busy performing. “That’s dangerous on a hunt, my girl, need you clear minded.” He said with a snarl, I saw the flick of his eyes as he took in the screen in front of him. “You can touch yourself.” My hand flew straight towards my already jumpy clit. “Slowly.” He growled, watching as I jerked my hand back before teasing it towards my clit. I ran my fingertips over my hip, down the inside of my thigh, then around my lips, before finally reaching my clit. I let out a soft moan as I made contact. The tight little bundle of nerves had been screaming for attention since leaving John that now it was like stepping into heaven itself.

“What a good girl you are.” He encouraged, “Lick your fingers then circle your clit. Imagine it was my tongue. Tell me what you taste like.” I swirled my tongue around my index finger and then added my middle finger, putting on a performance, hoping he was picturing his dick sliding in and out of my plump lips.

“Baby girl, you’re so eager,” He muttered, his keen eyes trained on the screen in front of him. I made sure to make an obscene pop with my fingers as I withdrew them from my mouth before instantly lowering them between my legs. “Mmm, John, I taste good, but not as good as you.” I hummed, forcing my hooded eyes to stay open as I began to rub gently up and down, my fingers gliding with a mix of saliva and arousal.

“Jesus, baby girl, you are wicked.” He said as he watched the swap of fingers to thumb as my middle finger teased my entrance. I lifted my leg to the handrail for a better spread and grabbed at my clothed breast with my other hand. “Mmm, YN, start fucking yourself. Slowly, in and out, like you do in the mornings.” He said, spurring me on.

“Show me, sir.” I moaned as my finger slid between my lips and into my warm, wet, heat. John’s picture’s quality distorted while he repositioned. But soon I was watching him clearly; one hand helping him remain propped up on the motel bed as the other had a firm grip of his considerable length and pumped it leisurely. “Oh god,” I whimpered, eyes fluttering as I added a second finger and began pumping to match him. I reached down with my other hand and began to circle my clit again. I was chasing my release, and with how good I had been, it was sure to come fast. A low moan from John’s end had my eyes back open and focused on him.

“That’s it baby, faster,” He guided, his hand moved back and forth, his thumb wiping over the tip every so often. I could see the tense of his thigh, his tell tale sign. He was so close. “Wait, together.” I pleaded, I wasn’t quite there, I rubbed at my clit vigorously, my fingers crooking to caress that sweet spot that normally only John could hit. A guttural groan followed by a pleased hiss told me he had come and I began to shake, so close, almost there.

“Stop.” John’s voice was huskier and had the tell tale signs of being spent, but he was still dominating as ever. I whimpered, the fingers inside me slowing, but the fingers working my clit back and forth were still eager, a mind of their own. My pleasure was tied directly to them now, no way my brain was in control. “YN. Stop.” He growled, and that promise of punishment, the kind worse than this, had me ceasing all movement. My chest heaved as I panted, I was so close. My thighs were trembling, my nerves were on fire, my clit throbbed, ready for one last appeal and it would give.

“Good girl.” He cooed, it was the tone reserved for right after the smack that stung more than it gave pleasure, for right after he’d held me over his cock a little too long that I began to struggle for air. The tone that made me feel like I deserved the title. The call disconnected, but not before John gave me one last instruction, “Get back to the motel. I’m waiting.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Soft Shadows

Summary: Written for @trexrambling ‘s Daring Drabbles challenge where my theme was “Candlelight.”

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 288

“All done,” said Dean, setting the lighter down as he crawled into bed with you. You’d never seen your room like this before and you couldn’t help but smile at Dean in the soft, dim light.

“This is...intimate,” you said, the few lit candles casting long shadows and warmth into the room, a pleasant, airy scent filling the space. Dean lifted his hand up and reached for yours, dancing his fingers together with your own, watching them move and play against the far wall. His breath against your bare shoulder felt hotter than normal, his muscled arm intertwining with yours closer than you’d ever felt it.

“You’re beautiful,” he said gently, his head tilting, his soft hair brushing your forehead for a brief moment before lush lips were pressing against your skin with a ghost touch. It was too hard to see but you knew that rare gleam was in his eyes, the one where tonight he knew he could forget about everything, that he would forget about everything. He was safe with you in this room, cozy and at peace. 

“Can we stay like this forever?” you asked. Dean brushed a finger over your cheekbone, tracing a different line than you were used to over the shadow.

“You glow,” he said, moving his thumb over the skin slowly. You turned into the touch and he tucked his body against yours. “We can stay here forever, Y/N.”

He didn’t say another word, simply tracked new curves and lines, changing as the candles burned down, a little of the darkness returning, threatening to consume all of the wonderful ways he looked in that room. Even when that too came and the light was gone, Dean wasn’t.

And he knew you weren’t going anywhere either.

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[pinknerdpanda]

Zesty

Word Count: 494

Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel, y/n

Warnings: None, it’s all fluff

A/N: This was written for Jess’ Daring Drabbles Challenge. My prompt was Castiel + Zesty and now here we are. Congrats on your milestone, darling! I hope you enjoy this - I’ve never drabbled before and this was indeed a challenge. Love you @trexrambling!

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x

Zesty

“Soup’s on, boys!” I yell in the direction of the kitchen door. Several seconds pass before I hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

“What the hell, y/n. I thought you said we were having real food, not soup!” Dean’s voice fills the kitchen before he does.

“It’s just a saying,” Sam chides from behind his brother as they enter. “Right y/n?” Sam throws me a hesitant glance and I laugh.

“To be fair, soup is real food too, but yes, in this instance, it’s just a phrase,” I gesture towards the food and plates and Sam begins assembling his own sandwich. “You’re just lucky we even have real food to eat, Dean.”

Dean pulls a beer from the fridge and slams the door. “Hey, don’t pin that on me. I got everything on your damn list.”

“Well it would have helped if you’d actually read the list,” I jab a dirty fork in his direction before tossing it in the sink and wiping my hands on a towel. “I have like three meals that I can make from scratch and I either make them right or not at all.”

“They're the same thing, y/n. It’s all just a marketing ploy to get you to spend more money,” Dean takes a sip of his beer.

“Ok, well before you go and use all the tin foil for your fancy headgear, can you make sure I have enough to wrap up these leftovers, later?” I flip the dishtowel over my shoulder.

“Y/n is right, Dean. There is an obvious difference between them,” Cas appears suddenly and his raspy voice is startling. I’ve yet to get used to his unexpected arrivals.

Sam, however, is unaffected and grins at him. “Oh yeah, Cas? And what’s that?”

“Well, one is simply Italian Dressing, while the other is,” Castiel glances around almost nervously, “Zesty.”

“See! Cas gets it. I should have known better than to have sent a man to do an angel’s job. You really came through earlier, zapping out to get the right one. Thanks again!” I kiss the angel lightly on the cheek. He freezes.

“Oh he wishes he could get something, that’s for sure.” Dean mumbles around his sandwich.

“What’s that supposed mean?” I frown, glancing between the three men, two of which are giggling as food falls from their lips.

Cas’ eyes widen, the redness in his face deepening. “I, uh, have to go. The angels...they...I hear them…” the sound of flapping wings finishes his sentence as he vanishes.

I jerk the towel from my shoulder and whip Dean in the arm with it. “You embarrassed him, you ass!”

“Hey! He’s the one making up angel-radio chatter and disappearing!” Dean holds up his hands in surrender. “You two need to talk things out, soon.”

“Seriously. Do us all a favor, y/n,” Sam agrees.

I ignore them. “How’s the food?”

Dean grins around another mouthful.

“Zesty!”

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[amanda-teaches]

Adaptable

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 348

Warnings: Nothing much, slight angst if you look hard. Mostly fluff

A/N: This is for two wonderful challenges. The first is @trexrambling’s Drabble Challenge where my theme was “Adaptable” with Dean. Jess dared me to drabble, and I hope I did her justice. The second is @samwinlover’s 800 follower Fall Challenge. My theme for that is baking together. I hope y’all like how I wove that in. I may be totally biased, but I’m kind of in love with it. It makes me feel so calm and happy and I hope y’all love it too.

Dean Winchester was nothing if not adaptable.

There were times when he could turn a man’s blood cold with one simple look. Times when just the whisper of his name could strike fear into the hearts of monsters everywhere. Times when he could be so deadly, so serious, so ruthless, that you were convinced he’d never be able to make it out the other side. Never be able to separate the good from the bad.

But, then there were times like this. Times when Dean Winchester was the picture of domesticity and peace. Times when he was carefree and funny, open and vulnerable. Times when the two of you were so happy, so in sync, that it felt like nothing bad could ever touch you.

It was your own personal heaven.

Dean moving around the bunker’s kitchen, quietly humming Bob Seger under his breath, laughingly sneaking tastes of the pumpkin pie you had just finished baking.

You playfully scolding him as you grabbed it from his hands and placed it on the counter just out of his reach.

Dean circling his arms around you so he could give you a gentle squeeze as he longingly inhaled the blissful scent filling the air.

You smiling and laughing while he lovingly turned you in his arms and placed a soft, pumpkin-filled kiss to your lips.

Dean softly whispering “I love you” over and over as the kiss quickly and easily turned passionate.

You softly whispering “I love you” over and over as the man of your dreams whisked you away to your bedroom, the pie long since forgotten.

It was your own personal heaven, a place none of the horrors waiting outside could breach. A place where, no matter what hell he had been put through that day, you could always trust Dean to let go. It was a place that Dean Winchester could adapt to every single time, and, somehow, that just made you love him even more.

Dean Winchester was nothing if not adaptable. And, if that wasn’t a miracle, you didn’t know what was.

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[helplesslyinlovewithcharacters]

Hangry - Dean Winchester x Reader

This is part of @trexrambling ‘s daring to drabble challenge, I had so much fun with this! 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing

“Son of a bitch” Dean threw his hands up as he practically growled at the driver in the car next to them. (Y/n) and Sam exchanged a concerned look in the rear view mirror as Dean continued to curse other drivers as they innocently went about their days. They’d been on the road for a couple of hours and it was becoming evident that the elder Winchester’s patience was running thin as exhaustion from the hunt they’d just completed caught up with him.

“Dean, maybe we should pull over for a while” His eyes snapped to (y/n)’s in the mirror and she resisted the urge to recoil from his glare.

“I’m fine” His words were forced through clenched teeth but instead of pushing him, (y/n) just leant away from the front seat and turned her attention to the view out of the window. Guilt seeped into Dean’s stomach as he watched (y/n)’s face drop, the Impala jerking violently as he turned down a road they were seconds away from passing. Silently, he followed the signs to a diner, hoping it would be nice enough to make up for his behaviour.

Sam bit his lip to stop himself from laughing when he saw where they’d stopped. He knew Dean was a softy underneath his hard exterior but he’d never seen a woman wrapped him around their little finger quite like (y/n) had. A small smile pulled at her lips when she took in their surroundings and it only grew when Dean opened the car door for her and held her hand as they made their way inside.

They all seemed to relax as they settled into their booth, quietly chatting about what they were going to do next. The conversation was cut short when the food arrived and they all but pounced on their respective dishes.

Dean was finished in a manner of minutes, the crumbs on his plate being the only remnants of his burger. He wiped off his hands before snuggling into (y/n)’s side while she still ate. One arm was wrapped around her shoulder protectively while his fingers played with her hair, the other hand resting on her thigh as he pressed kisses to her temple.

(Y/n) and Sam exchanged amused stares until Dean finally caught on. “What?”

His girlfriend turned in his arms, facing him with a wide smile on her face. “You’re hilarious when you’re hangry”

Dean’s face dropped as he turned away from her, clenching his jaw to stop his lips from forming a pout. “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

A giggle escaped (y/n)’s lips as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, earning a poorly concealed grin from the man next to her. “Happens to the best of us”

He practically melted under her touch but only responded by stealing a handful of fries from her plate while smirking. “Yeah, yeah, whatever”

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[winchestergirl-13]

Don’t Be Ignorant

Prompt: Ignorant

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Limit: 500 or less

Word Count: 487

Warning: fluff, upset Sammy, more fluff

A/N: this is for @trexrambling‘s Daring Drabbles Challenge. I hope I did good for this story. Enjoy.

Sam's been avoiding me and I can't figure out why. I've tried flirting with him, I've made him his favorite foods. And nothing. No indication that he might feel something for me. Why? Dean's told me that his track with women hasn't been the greatest, but I want him to know that someone cares for him. That someone loves him.

“Hey Sam. Can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Sure (Y/N). What's up?”

It was now or never. “Sam, do you love me?”

That caught him off guard. Clearing his throat, he shifted and avoided eye contact. “Of course I do. You're like family.”

“Not what I meant,” I crossed my arms, leveling him with a look, “there's no way you were so ignorant to my advances. You knew what I was trying to do, didn't you?”

“I don't want to hurt you. I can't lose you,” he tried, finally looking me in the eyes. Sam was afraid I'd die if I was with him.

“Sam, you're not gonna lose me. There's a greater risk of me getting hurt or dying on a hunt than there would be with me and you being together,” I tried to reason, but he stood up, turning away from me.

“You don't understand. Every women that has been involved with me, romantically or not, has gotten hurt, died, or forgotten me. I can't...” his shoulders slumped as he tried to convey what he was so worried about. Walking up to him, I wrapped my arms around his back, head below his shoulders.

“I know you're scared, Sam, but I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. You're not getting rid of me so easily,” I chuckled slightly, trying to get him to relax. Slowly, his hands came up and covered mine, a shaky sigh of relief escaped his lips as he turned around in my arms. And I was engulfed in a hug that was all Sam, tight and comforting. Like he was scared I was going to disappear.

“I love you, Sam. Always have and always will. I'm here for you, like you are for me. I'm not going anywhere,” I affirmed, laying my head over his heart (below it a little actually).

“I-I-I love you, too (Y/N). I've just been so scared of, well, scaring you off. I don't know what I'd do if I, or Dean, lost you,” he laid his chin on top of my head, the tenseness slowly melting away. I wasn't going anywhere; I wouldn't leave Sam like that. Maybe he wasn't so ignorant after all. He was my Sam, my moose, and I wouldn't have him any other way.

Sam placed a kiss on my head and I couldn't help but laugh. “What?”

“You missed,” I chuckled as I leaned up and tried to kiss his lips. He chuckled as well and picked me up slightly to capture my lips. It was perfect. He was perfect.

#daringdrabbles #Jess's Daring Drabbles Challenge #sam x reader #sam winchester fluff #fluff #sammy needs to be loved #drabble #my writing

[crispychrissy]

The Pain Inside

Summary: Dean was never the same after he lost you. Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader and Sam Winchester mentioned. Word Count: 475 Warnings: Depressed Dean, character death, angst A/N: This was for the Daring Drabble Challenge by @trexrambling. I got the theme “Painful” with Dean Winchester. This is from Dean's POV and ohhh man this hurt to write. Beta’d by the lovely and now very very sad @queen-of-deans-booty. I’m still new on the fanfic scene so any advice and feedback would be appreciated. Gif made by me. :)

It happened so fast.

By the time the shot had echoed through the trees of the forest, it was already too late. We were all expecting a normal fight with a group of vampires. What we didn’t expect that one of those vampires was an Army trained sniper perched on an outcrop of rocks with a night vision scope, watching us kill his friends.

I can still remember the pain of the bullet when it hit my shoulder. I was lucky, they kept telling me. I moved to swing my machete at one of the other vampires the second he pulled the trigger, causing him to miss his shot. Y/N wasn’t as lucky.

You know the feeling when you’re walking up a flight of stairs and you think there’s one more step, but there’s not? How your foot slams down and you stumble a little? How your heart jumps in your throat and, for a split second, you feel like you might die of shock?

That’s how I felt when I blinked open my eyes and saw her prone form laying on the floor of the forest, blood gushing from her stomach. Sam was able to decapitate the remaining vampires and pull us behind a large tree, but it wasn’t enough. I ignored the pain and crawled toward her as Sam tried to stop the bleeding in my shoulder. She looked so peaceful. Her Y/H/C hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Like an angel. Like my angel.

That was the night I lost her. That was the night I lost my soulmate. Castiel keeps telling me that she’s in heaven and happy, but that only makes it hurt worse when I know I’m not there with her. The bullet wound in my shoulder has healed since then and all I’m left with is twin scars on the front and back of my shoulder. Any time I look at myself in the mirror, they permanently mock me about how I failed her, how I should have done more.

Sammy left months ago, saying he couldn’t watch his brother slowly kill himself. I always blamed him for not trying to help her first, and I guess one too many beer bottles thrown at him pushed him away. If he just tried to stop the bleeding and put some pressure on her stomach…maybe she’d still be alive. Maybe my relationship with my baby brother would still be alive.

But no, Winchesters aren’t allowed to have happy endings. So here I am, alone in a no-star motel in a one stoplight town, running my fingers over the scar on my shoulder. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but I’ve lost hope. I’ve lost myself. All I can do is sit in the dark, drink this whiskey, and hope that one day the pain inside will go away, too.

#daringdrabbles #trexrambling #dean x reader #death #angst #sadness #drabble #sam winchester #castiel #dean winchester #depressed dean #painful #one word drabble #holy shit i cried writing this

[thecuriouscrusader]

Xenodochial

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, OCs

Word Count: 497

Prompt: ​Xenodochial - Friendly to Strangers

Tags: Hint of Destiel, Cute Castiel, Fluff, No Real Plot

Summary: Castiel likes helping people at the supermarket.

A/N: Written for @trexrambling‘s Daring Drabbles Challenge! Hasn’t been beta-ed so please let me know about any bad mistakes.

Castiel enjoyed going on supply runs with Dean for two reasons. Firstly, he got to ride in the front of the Impala. Secondly, he got to observe humanity at its simplest from; people just going about their daily lives, and there was something about that which Castiel found reassuring.

Castiel was wistfully studying the various jams on offer when he spotted a short elderly lady trying to reach for a jar of honey on the top shelf.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” he said as he approached her. “May I get that for you?”

“Thank you, dear” the woman grinned. “Aren’t I lucky, having someone as tall and handsome as you come to my rescue?”

“I’m actually of average height” Castiel said as he reached for the jar. “My friend Sam is much taller than me. I always have to ask him to get books off the shelf for me. Here you go” he added as he handed the woman the honey.

“Thanks again” she gushed. “You’re a real angel.”

Castiel became alarmed. “Who told you?”

The woman just laughed and waved her hand dismissively before moving down the aisle. Castiel frowned ponderously as he walked away.

He was distracted again when he saw a little boy crying in the candy aisle.

Castiel walked over to him and smiled softly as he crouched down to the boy’s level.

“Hello, little one. Why are you sad?” he asked.

“I-I can’t find my momma” the boy sniffed.

“I’ll help you to find her” Castiel assured him. “I need you to think about your mother. Think very hard.”

The boy nodded and closed his eyes; his nose scrunched up to indicate his high level of concentration.

Castiel held the little boy’s hand and felt the connection he had to his mother; she in turn was fretting about her son.

“This way” Castiel said gently as he led the boy.

They ended up in the bakery section where they found a frantic looking woman.

“Momma!” the little boy squealed. He ran to his mother and she knelt down to scoop him into her arms. “Thanks mister wizard man!” the boy called to Castiel.

Castiel smiled and gave the boy a small wave.

“Cas!” a gruff voice called from the checkout desks.

Castiel hurried over and found Dean waiting for his items to be scanned.

“Man, I need to put you on a leash” the hunter said.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted helping people.”

“Well, you can help me pack the bags.”

“Alright, Dean.”

Castiel thoughtfully packed each item into the paper bags as the cashier passed them to him. Dean paid and the cashier smiled at him and Castiel.

“Thank you, have a nice day.”

“No, thank you” Castiel stressed. “I hope you have a nice day too.”

He grabbed a couple of the bags while Dean picked up the rest.

“Why you gotta be so cute?” the older Winchester grumbled.

“I wasn’t aware that I was” Castiel frowned.

Dean scoffed. “You are.”

#daringdrabbles #castiel #castiel fanfiction #supernatural #spn writing challenge #my stuff #curious writes

[girl-next-door-writes]

Pleasant Nightmares

Characters: Crowley

Summary: When the reader is hit by a love spell it turns out the King of Hell is in for some cuddles. Much to other people’s amusement.

Word Count: 498 words

Prompt: N is for Nightmare.

A/N: This is for the wonderful @trexrambling​ and her daring drabbles challenge.  So, keeping this to a drabble was certainly a challenge (I had to cut 204 words!!) and I had promised myself not to sign up for any more challenges until I had cleared through some of my requests but how could I resist giving you all a little Crowley.

“Crowleykins!” The demon frowned and looked at Dean as you bounded into the library and launched yourself at him.

“We need to fix this.” Deans voice was thick with lack of sleep, calling Crowley meant they had reached desperation levels.  “She got hit by some spell and we’re coming up blank here.  As the apparent focus of this, we thought you’d know something we don’t.” Crowley squirmed in your grasp, a look of abject horror on his face that made Sam smirk and turn away.  

“You idiots really thought the best solution was to bring me here?  You could have just called.” He growled, somewhere between annoyed and a little bit terrified as you pushed him back onto a chair and settled yourself in his lap as you looked up at him adoringly.

“At least she’s quiet now.” Sam said under his breath.  They’d had hours of you waxing lyrical about the many fine attributes of your favourite demon and now he was here you were lost in him. Running your fingertips over the lapels of his jacket he looked down at you with a frown which softened almost imperceptibly as you brought your hand up to gently caress his face.  

“Have I ever told you how adorable you look when you glower like that?” you sighed dreamily before booping his nose with your finger, causing Dean and Sam to barely contain their laughter.  Crowley glared at them and then back at you.  

“I’m the King of Hell, darling.  I’m not ‘adorable’ I’m dangerous, untrustworthy and deadly. I, my dear, am your worst bloody nightmare.” His snarled, giving you a look that would have most people scurrying for the nearest exit.  A wide grin broke out on your face and your light giggle completely ruined the mood he had been reaching for.

“You’re not my worst nightmare silly.” You rolled your eyes and he looked perplexed.  He could hear the Winchesters sniggering across the room but he couldn’t pull his gaze from you.  “My worst nightmare’s losing you.” You stated and the room fell quiet, all the men stunned by that comment.  Crowley’s eyebrows raised momentarily before settling back into a frown. This was just the spell talking, he couldn’t trust your words, but he found a part of him really wanted to which terrified him.  “I know you’re the big bad boss of all demons and can take care of yourself but…” As he looked into your eyes it seemed like the slightly glazed look you’d had dissipated. “…I want to look after you.  To make sure you’re okay.  Everyone needs someone.”

“Got it!” Sam slammed down the book he’d been searching through and the moment between you was broken, the slightly goofy love sick expression returned to your face.

“Hurry up then.  She’s wrinkling my suit.” Crowley growled at Sam and it was as if everything had returned to normal.  Only Crowley knew this little moment, this conversation was going to haunt him for some time.  

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#myfic #something I wrote #daringdrabbles #damn this was hard #that's what she said

[supernatural-girl97]

Dare to drabble with Waffles...

Warnings: Insinuated smut, fluffy Dean, waffley goodness

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

This is for the wonderful @trexrambling and her fabulous Drabble challenge!! I got the letter W for Waffles and Dean!! Here we go!

-One Year Ago-

You woke up hot. Gosh, were you asleep on the sun?! Nope. That would be Dean. Man’s like a furnace.

After months and months of dancing around it, Dean finally got flustered enough to admit his feelings for you. Of course you reciprocated, have you seen him. Or had a conversation with him. Or smelled him. Delicious.

“Mornin’ sweetheart. How does breakfast sound, I’m thinking waffles?” That was the sexiest, gruff voiced, invitation that you could have heard. Perfect way to start any day. Hopefully every day…

-Present Day- 

It was your one-year anniversary and to say Dean was excited was a bit of an understatement. With excited Dean you never really knew what to expect.

That’s a lie.

What to expect from excited Dean:

Sex.

Food.

Adorable Dean being flustered and cute.

And really good Sex.

Sam decided he was going out of town for a while, something about how he ‘heard enough the rest of the year and today is my break Y?N.’ Rude. But true. And kind of sweet to leave the whole bunker to you and Dean. 

The day was perfect, it included all of the previously mentioned expectations plus one more…

Pan over to the kitchen. A plate half full of waffles. One half empty spray can of whip cream on the floor by the oven. One completely empty bottle of syrup leaking onto the counter by the sink. And strawberries basically everywhere...

“Waffles were a great idea hot stuff. Great use of syrup,” you huffed from your position on the floor of the kitchen. 

Dean laughed from his place beside you. “Thanks sweetheart, the whip cream idea was awesome.”

“Ugh and the strawberries. So good.” You mumbled as you rolled over and to lick the whip cream off Dean’s left ear. “You got a little something right here.”

“Oh yeah? Oh yeah.” Dean groaned.

Yup. Waffle-kitchen sex. Again.

“Hey guys, I was on my way out when Garth called. I figured since your anniversary was almost ov- Oh my god. Seriously guys?!? The kitchen?? Come on. The good syrup, that’s just gross.” You could basically feel Sam’s bitch face. 

Worth it.

#dean winchester #I LOVE DEAN #dean winchester smut #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader #daringdrabbles

[wvnchxstxr]

Orange Is An Interesting Color

Title : Orange Is An Interesting Color

Author : @wvnchxstxr

Pairing/Characters : Castiel x Reader, OFC Katherine

Word Count : 374

Warnings : none, unless you get triggered by tooth rotting fluff

Summary : Castiel takes your daughter, Katherine to get her eyes checked. When they discover she needs glasses the family enjoys picking them out.

A/N : This is for @trexrambling’s  Daring Drabbles Challenge. My prompt was Glasses with Castiel. I didn’t originally have this idea, but I like this idea much better. Hope you enjoy.

“Well, it looks like Katherine is going to need glasses.”

Y/N nods silently and looks at her daughter. “You’ll look so cute with a pair of glasses, sweetheart. Don’t you worry.” She kisses her nose and tucks her hair between her ear.

Castiel nods in agreement. “I’m not exactly sure how glasses work, but you will be great with them.”

Grabbing his daughter’s hand, he walks with her over to the display cases where pairs of glasses sit, waiting to be tried on. “Do you see a pair you like?” Hesitantly, Katherine lets go of her father’s hand and moves around the room, looking at all the different pairs.

There are blues and purples, pinks and reds, greens and yellow. It’s hard to pick just one. It’s all very intimidating to the 5 year old. Getting glasses is a hard thing to do, especially when her friends don’t wear glasses. She’s too scared of being teased.

Katherine spots a pair orange ones, her favorite color. She walks over and picks them up. She studies them closely for a few seconds before returning them to their proper place. She moves along to keep searching.

Seeing Katherine distressed, Castiel gets up and grabs the orange pair of glasses. “Katherine, you gotta try them on first, silly. Come here.” He crouches in front of her and puts the glasses on her face gently. “There. Go look in the mirror. See how you like them.”

Y/N smiles as her daughter walks past her, heading to the full body mirror hanging in the room. As soon as Katherine looks at herself in the mirror, she gasps. Y/N gets up from her seat, concerned Katherine has started crying. What Y/N is greeted with instead is her daughter’s beautiful smiling face. “I like these ones, Mommy.”

“Me too, beautiful. I think they’re perfect. Go show Daddy.”

Katherine runs to Castiel and gives him a big hug. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Let’s go pay for them.” He takes her hand and walks to the front desk where the proper arrangements are made.

Putting on her glasses for the first time, Katherine had the most beautiful smile Castiel had ever seen. It was a job well done.

#daringdrabbles #castiel x reader #castiel fluff #glasses #wvnchxstxr #spn fluff #spn fic #supernatural fluff #supernatural fic

[wildlandfox]

Safe in the Storm

A/N: Written for @trexrambling‘s Daring Drabbles challenge. My prompt was Garth + Umbrella. 

Word Count: 482

Warnings: None. 

"Garth."

"Hmm," Garth mused, arms resting on the table, half-asleep.

"Garth!"

Garth bolted up, hand reaching for the ever-present demon knife in his waistband. "What is it?" Garth asked, watching Sam as he paced up and down the floor.

"She's gone! Dean and I can't find her. You were supposed to keep an eye on her and she ran off." Sam stopped and heaved a quick breath. "There's a storm out there, and who knows if there are demons in the area."

"It's okay, Sam. She's safe."

Sam wheeled around and glared at Garth. "Did you let her leave? Wait-You know where she is?"

"No, ya idjit. I mean I think I know where she might have gone. Just stay here and let me go find her."

Garth grabbed a small pack from underneath the table, opened it, and retrieved its contents, a small multi-colored umbrella. With a nod to Sam, he hustled out the door and headed down a small path next to the cabin.

The destination he had in mind, an old oak, was at least ten minutes away, so he settled into a quick pace. Once he reached the tree, he leaned against the trunk.

"Y/N, you okay?" he called up into the branches.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Can I come up?" Garth heard a weak chuckle come from the tree.

"I'll come down."

Y/N climbed down the tree carefully until she slipped down from the last branch and landed a few feet away from Garth. It wasn't until she turned around that Garth saw the tear tracks down her face.

"Sweetheart." Garth dropped the umbrella, wrapping both arms around Y/N.

"I tried not to remember it. It just kept coming back and-" She trailed off as she started sobbing.

Garth shuddered involuntarily. He had accompanied Sam and Dean on what was supposed to be a regular hunt-famous last words- to find that the missing persons in the town had suddenly jumped to 5 people in the last week. Their search led them to an abandoned warehouse, where they found two demons torturing their latest victim, Y/N, barely conscious. She had watched them, not making a sound as Sam and Dean dealt with the demons, and Garth eased her down from the chains that bound her wrists above her head. 

"I know it can feel overwhelming, but I believe in you. What you went through-" he paused. "No one else could have come out as strong as you did. You're an umbrella in a world of storms."

Y/N bent down to pick up the umbrella and held it above their heads. "Thanks, Garth."

"Let's head back. Sam's worrying his head off about you." He took her arm gently, and looping it through his, they set off back towards the cabin.

#daringdrabbles #garth #supernatural #reader insert #safeinthestorm #umbrella #fluff

[openthegatesyourqueenishere-blog]

Can You Not?

A/N: Alright so my first ever written piece on Tumblr. Nervous? Hell yeah I am. Was it fun? Double hell yeah. Written for the amazing @trexrambling​‘s drabble challenge. Hope I did it justice love. Word count: 500 Warnings: bad writing, not enough dialogue, definitely OOC Chuck, possibly some grammar and typing mistakes but ey we’re all just human

Can You Not?

Ever since you started working with Chuck, your days were mostly filled with proofreading any idea he'd came up with. The man was very kind and gentle, and it only took you a little bit of time to get used to him. You even started to limit the amount of alcohol going into his morning cups of coffee. You were used to everything at this point. So it took you by surprise when he got up that particular Saturday morning, came down the stairs without his usual stack of late night papers and fixed you a smile. "Nothing to read today?" you asked, a little surprised - Chuck always wrote late into the night. "Yeah.. Y/N, I..." he trailed off, pouring his coffee into a random mug that was sitting on the counter. You raised a brow, nodding for him to continue while sipping on a coffee of your own. He hesitated, then brought the scalding coffe to his lips, taking a careful sip. "Well, you know, I thought that, maybe- perhaps- if you'd like- what I'm saying is.. maybe you'd like to write for once?" And that's what you spent doing for hours, sitting on the couch, hair up in a ponytail with a few escaping strands framing your face. Eyes focused on the story you were writing, fingers typing away at the keyboard. But no matter how immersed in the story you were, you couldn't ignore when Chuck stopped behind you, trying to read over your shoulder. How he'd lean his body towards you, leaning on the back of the chair, his scent washing over you. Coffee and paper and something so... just so him. So when he'd done that for the 23rd time, you snapped your laptop shut and turned in your seat to look up at him. You never expected him to be so close though. It felt like you were swimming in a neverending ocean, captivated by his gaze, so much you forgot what you wanted to scold him about, or how to breathe. Only when his cheeks reddened and he leaned back with a small awkward cough in the back of his throat did you finally speak. "What are you trying to do, Shurley? You're worse than a kid before Christmas," you poked his stomach, trying to rid your mind of the haze from a moment ago. "No, I was just- I mean- Y/N, you know I'm- well, I'm not very patient." "Yeah, I know." He looked relieved for a moment. "Doesn't mean that you have to be so nosey though." "I prefer curious," he muttered with a scoff of mock offence. "Just- stop. I can't write like this. Go look at cat videos or something." And that worked, for a while. Or 5 minutes. You could feel his stare, could imagine the way his eyes scanned over the lines and words. And you gave up then, muttering a quiet "I swear to God”, oblivious to how his lips quirked up behind your back.

#daringdrabbles #chuck shurley #supernatural #reader insert #writing is hard